Sophie and I drove down to New Hampshire for the week-end. She has an energy workshop today, and after dropping her off this morning, I headed down to Two Guys in Salem to pickup some cigars. On the way back, I stopped in Amherst NH to walk around Edgewood Cemetery (and have a cigar). It was turning out to be a nice sunny day, and I’d noticed the cemetery on the way down. It’s fairly large, with plenty of trees and old tombstones. I find there’s something about old, tree covered cemeteries that brings a feeling of peace to one’s soul… I walked along the winding lanes, feeling the calmness of the old cemetery. There were no benches, but someone — or maybe someone’s family — had installed a stone bench under a tree with the name ‘Johnny’ inscribed on its surface. Sitting down, and making use of their offering, I felt a connection between their wish and my use of it — like I was the missing piece to complete their vision… I sat, contemplating the view they had arranged for me.

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